Yes, just like that. And if you could wear some really big boots and a boa while you do it, that would be super good.
Hang as much as you can with friends and family. I all but moved in with my best girlfriend, her hubby and two kids. They were fabulous enough to allow me to do this, gorbless’em!
How long were you an item? I took the advice of a pal who suggested I get a journal and write down the bad stuff—any tiny thing that annoyed you about him, or about the both of you together—the “dumb” sound of his laugh, the way he held his fork like a caveman, the time he picked on you for your choice of outfit (YMMV, natch!)–I had great fun with this, and after a while, I got to thinking, “Wow, I really AM better off without that loser!” I had SEVEN YEARS of bad habits to record, so if you weren’t together very long, this might not be as positive an experience as it was for me.
Load your IPod with music from your “youthful” years (two weeks ago for YOU, it looks like!) or from any other time in your life that things were good, and RUN! Not that you need to lose weight, but if you have lost so much your jeans are falling off, you might want to encourage some muscle tone, and release endorphins at the same time. This literally saved me from myself.
Realize it will take a while to get past this. It just does. Don’t beat on yourself if you aren’t all better tomorrow. NO beatings at all, ok?
–Beck
Wait. So you wear $270 jeans over silk underwear, and yet you’re not high-maintenance? What would actual high-maintenance be?
twicks, who wears $20 jeans over cotton underwear
I totallly understand the urge to stay super busy, but it’s no cure - that pain will still be there everytime you slow down.
Well since you asked for the creative, I’ll assume you are not narrow minded and offer a humble suggestion.
There is a cure for that chest wrenching, agonizing, aching of the heart. Have an open mind and give it a try I can promise you will see results. It does, however require focus.
You know how Buddhist monks can generate things like heat just with the power of their focused minds? Yeah, well they can - and other things too. And so can you.
First slow your breathing, even and deep. Focus your mind and concentrate on every other person who, right now, at this very moment, is experiencing the same aching loss, the same terrible suffering that you have. Stay focused till you can feel their pain, then actively generate compassion for them. You have to next shift your focus slightly to send out to them that compassion with your out breaths.
Do it twenty times a day if you need to, in the beginning. It will work. Funny thing about compassion, once generated for another some for self will spill right over onto you. The grinding ache will subside, the world will seem a better place.
One other thing, I would remind you that this experience ties you to every other human on the planet, not one of whom will avoid this form of suffering. You are not alone, cliches aside.
I wish you peace, my friend.
Yes, I wear $270 dollar jeans over silk underwear. Which I paid for, with my own money, which I earned myself. IMHO demanding that a man buy shit for you is high maitenance. Buying it for yourself because you enjoy it is not - it’s taking care of your own needs.
But please, by all means, continue to act smug and superior in your cheap jeans. I’m sure it makes you feel very good about yourself, particularly when I’m feeling so crappy about myself.
Maybe that’s why things didn’t work out eh? I take too good care of myself. Hell, I probably DESERVE a broken heart because I wear expensive jeans.
You’re right, I was out of line. I apologize.
Shouldn’t I wear some pants or something?
Why must you crush my dream like that?
Why must you crush my dream this way?
Were you carrying celery at the time?
Jugo Juice, actually. But it DID have wheat grass in it…
Well, alice, I would think that all of the “hits” you’ve gotten in this thread would help some…
Too bad you’re in Canada. I have a weakness for attractive, accomplished women who take care of themselves…then again…it’s only distance… (and now I am also one of those pathetic guys that has hit on you)…
Hey, in my defense…I’m 6’0" tall, VERY gainfully employed…a well-raised Texan that knows how to treat a lady like a lady…a mental nerd, but not a physical nerd…
ok, ok…I’ll stop now…
Don’t stop - your post just made my day. 
heh.
I’m sorry!
In what way should I crush your dreams?
With whipped cream, of course. DUH!
I know a great little drink with tequila, frozen strawberries, and crushed dreams. You can even top it with whipped cream, though I humbly suggest that having someone whip yours is preferable to whipping your own.
Well, I’m glad I did, then, Darlin’ - you needed a pick-me-up pretty badly…and we Texans, well…the male variety, anyway…just can’t hardly let a sweet thing like you be down the whole time.
You’re suggesting that I need to get someone to whip my cream? So thats what the kids are calling it these days…
I’ll also suggest drinking heavily. If it works, great. If it doesn’t, well, what’s the harm?
Hang over, vomiting, headache, coyote ugly syndrome…